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The Wild Wood

from The Wind in the Willows by GreenMatthews

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The wood was dark and silent as the grave
All covered with a thick white shroud.
The trees stood leafless, bare and stark
Against the sky of dense, dark clouds.

A sound made Mole turn sharply around
But nothing there made cry nor moan.
He ground his teeth and he ventured on.
He hoped and he prayed that he was alone.

But there again a distant sound.
A foot upon twigs and a harsh, short cry.
And there a figure in the undergrowth.
Two figures, three, then four – how they multiplied...

Then like a dream they disappeared
As swift and as suddenly as they had come.
Mole tried to call for help but fear
And terror had robbed him of his tongue.

And then as if from all around
A whistling, a crying and a hooting began.
And were there more figures? – Mole couldn’t tell
And taking to his heels he turned and ran.

For miles and miles he hurtled through the wood,
The eerie sounds following all the way,
‘Til weeping, exhausted and trembling with fright
He found a little hollow and hid himself away...

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from The Wind in the Willows, released June 28, 2021

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GreenMatthews Coventry, UK

Chris Green and Sophie Matthews play English traditional songs and tunes in a thoroughly 21st-century kick-ass style. Using a blend of ancient instruments such as cittern, English bagpipes and shawm as well as modern folk instruments such as guitar, flute and piano accordion, they breathe new life into material from hundreds of years ago, making it fresh and relevant for a modern audience. ... more

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